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When evening falls

She'll run to me

Like whispered dreams

Your eyes can see


Soft and warm

She'll touch my face

A bed of straw

Against the rays



But life's Not a wheel

With chains Made of steel

So bless me

Come the dawn

Come the dawn

Come the dawn

Come the dawn

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